Roman was the first man she had back to her place since then, and the moment his hands came around her waist, she gasped.He kicked the door closed and pressed her up against it.He took hold of her hands, placing them above her head, and then reached out to flick each lock into place.She had no idea how he did it, but those sounds went straight to her pussy.Each flick of the lock opened up a promise of what was to come.
“Do you have a condom?”she asked.
In her cleaning, she had tossed out every condom she owned, along with every other detail, apart from her pills.She hadn’t told Roman she was already on the pill.That would come after they had the medical part.
“Yes, I have several,” he said.
“You were so sure this was going to happen?”
“Abi, the moment the masks came off, I felt how wet you got.You didn’t tell me to stop, or run away screaming.”
“I did run away.”
“Only after I had given you another orgasm, and reached my own,” he said.“Otherwise, if I hadn’t, we’d still be in that room, fucking.”
She couldn’t deny it.The moment the masks came off, she’d been shocked but not afraid.Roman was a sexy man, and she had watched him quite a few times over the last four years.There were even moments she found herself ...craving him.She never felt so guilty in her life.Yes, she had crushed on her boss, even when she’d been with Brad.
Roman didn’t whine.He didn’t berate her for having such a good job, or tell her she worked too much.Brad never once assumed she wanted her boss.
Abigail had never strayed, nor would she.She would never cheat on anyone.After experiencing it herself, it was not a nice feeling.
She did have feelings for Brad, but slowly they had died, only to be completely obliterated as he decided to shack up with his secretary.
Pushing all thoughts of Brad and that moment out of her mind, she looked up at Roman.He held her hands above her head, and she couldn’t believe this was happening.Yes, she had spent some time fantasizing about what it would mean to belong to Roman.
The hand that wasn’t holding her hands trapped against the door slowly started to slide down.The tips of his fingers grazed across her nipples as he slid down, going toward the fastening of her skirt.He didn’t attempt to kiss her, just eased the catch open, and slid the zipper down.He pushed the skirt, and it fell to the floor at her feet.“Keep your hands up there,” he said.
Seconds later, she felt him let go, and now she watched him, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
She wondered if her face was on fire as he started to open the buttons of her shirt.He slid them open, one, and then the other, and another.To Abigail, it felt like he was taking forever, and it was driving her crazy.
There was no speeding him up as he opened her shirt.She wore white lace panties and a matching bra.She hated wearing odd lingerie.This was an expense she loved to splurge on.
He opened up the blouse, along with the jacket, but with her arms in the air, she couldn’t pull them off.She watched him as he looked at her and groaned.He stroked the curve of one of her bra cups, sliding his finger beneath the lace.
“These are sexy,” he said.
She expected him to cup her tits, or take the bra off.Instead, his hands went to the cheeks of her ass, and he squeezed.She had never considered her ass to be an erogenous zone, but one touch from him, and she was on fire.
His nails sunk in, not too sharp, and she let out a little cry.The temptation to hold him was so strong, but instead she kept her hands exactly where he had placed them.
Roman pressed his mouth against her neck, and she had no choice but to close her eyes, as the sensations were intensifying, and she couldn’t focus.He was setting her on fire, and she was falling deep into that pit.
“Put your hands down,” he said.
She lowered them to her sides.
Seconds later, the jacket fell, as did the blouse.
Roman took her hand and led her through her apartment.This was not the first time he had been to her place.He had picked her up after an impromptu phone call indicated they had to fly to another country to handle some business.
She’d been in bed and had to quickly pack, since she’d not been completely ready.
Roman didn’t lead her to her bedroom.Instead, he pulled her down to straddle his lap on the sofa.She felt the hard ridge of his cock where it was pressed against her pussy.
He reached up, pulled the clip that bound her hair up at the base of her neck, and her long, brown hair with blonde streaks fell down around her.It had taken several hours at a salon to get her hair like this.She wanted a change, and her stylist had convinced her the blonde streaks would look stunning.She liked it.
As Roman sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her in close, his lips touched hers.She no longer liked it, she loved it.
